Silver and Cold
Chapter 4
Sophie's POV
We sat in silence for a few moments after Davey finished his story. The only sound that we made was a slight sipping sound each time we took a sip of our drink.
"I'm so sorry, Davey. No one deserves that." I gently laid my hand on his, squeezing slightly. He just gently smiled at me. "Thank you for trusting me enough to share that."
"You're a good listener." He finally looked me in the eyes. I noticed that his were starting to get a little red. "Now it's your turn, tell me something you've never told anyone else." I paused for a minute in order to think about what to tell him.
"Well... I'm stuck living with my boyfriend whom I don't love.... or even like, at least not any more."
"Then why are you still with him." He looked slightly concerned, almost as if he knew...but he couldn't know....
"Well... it's hard to leave what you know, pretty much the only thing you know...." At that moment my phone rang. Great. Only one person ever calls me. "Hold on a minute please." I rummaged through my purse and finally found my phone. "Salut Pierre."
"Où les vas te faire encule sont (Where the fuck are you)?!"
"Je suis au cafe. J'ai bu un cafe au lait (I'm at the cafe. I'm drinking a coffee and milk."
"Je ne baise pas de soins! Tu devais être à la maison il ya deux heures! (I don't fucking care! You were supposed to be home two hours ago!)" I sighed slightly. Davey looked at me concerned. I guess my phone was loud enough that he could hear Pierre's pissed off voice. I smiled slightly at him to let him know it was ok. I don't think that worked, he now looks even more concerned.
"Je sais. Je suis tres desole. (I know. I'm very sorry)"
"Ce n'est pas assez bon, garce. Si vous n'êtes pas chez vous dans quinze minutes vous serez fucking désolé.(That's not good enough bitch. If you aren't home in fifteen minutes you will be very fucking sorry.)" Dial tone. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! I put my phone back in my purse and looked up at Davey. He looked very concerned now.
"I'm sorry, I have to go now." I stood up, put my coat on and grabbed my purse.
"Wait, here's my number." He handed me a napkin with his number on it. I didn't even see him write that down. "Call my please. I still owe you for today, and you still need to finish telling me your story. We have a concert Saturday night, it would be great if you could come." He looked at me hopefully. He was so adorable. No can't think that. I smiled and took the napkin.
Davey's POV
"Sure, I'd love to. I'll give you a call sometime soon." She gave me a quick hug, which of course made me blush like crazy. "Do you know how to get back to wherever you need to go?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll be waiting for that call!" She smiled at me again. She seems to do that a lot. Smile. But it's never a happy smile. She always still looks so sad.
"I'll call, don't worry. It was nice meeting you Davey. See you later." And with that she pretty much sprinted out the door. She looked back once, and I guess she thought that I wasn't looking because then she broke into a sprint. I'm now pretty much 100% sure that something bad is going on with her "boyfriend". Shit.
Sophie's POV
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Shit. I was sprinting as fast as possible by now. Sure I didn't want to go home. But I just know that Pierre is sitting there with a timer in hand. Of course my punishment will still be pretty damn bad for being two hours late. Shit! I need to think of an excuse. I can't tell him about Davey..... My heart beat was pounding in my ears and it was starting to get hard to breathe. But I was so close, and I have 2 minutes to get through the door. I sprinted even faster now, if possible, down the street. Thankfully the street wasn't icy so I didn't have to worry about slipping. I ran up the steps and opened the door to our apartment complex. Luckily our apartment is on the first floor. I ran to the door, stuck the key in the lock and turned. I burst into the apartment breathless. Gasping for air I pulled the key form the lock, shut the door and slid down the wall so I was sitting on the floor.
"Sixteen minutes. You're late, bitch." (A/N I'm not gonna have them speaking french anymore. It would take too long to translate everything. Sorry guys!) Pierre loomed over me. I looked down at the stop watch I had going on my phone.
"Fifteen. *pant* According to my *pant* phone." Should not have said that. I just made him even more mad. Great.
"Get up." He did that creepy whisper thing that's way more scary than if he were to actually yell. "Go to the fucking bed room." Shit. I know better then to try and fight him by now. Trust me, I've tried. And I ended up in a coma every time. I even got some people to help me and everything. But Pierre... He's a sneaky bastard. I walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He had his little "toys" out already. He's also one sick son of a bitch.
We sat in silence for a few moments after Davey finished his story. The only sound that we made was a slight sipping sound each time we took a sip of our drink.
"I'm so sorry, Davey. No one deserves that." I gently laid my hand on his, squeezing slightly. He just gently smiled at me. "Thank you for trusting me enough to share that."
"You're a good listener." He finally looked me in the eyes. I noticed that his were starting to get a little red. "Now it's your turn, tell me something you've never told anyone else." I paused for a minute in order to think about what to tell him.
"Well... I'm stuck living with my boyfriend whom I don't love.... or even like, at least not any more."
"Then why are you still with him." He looked slightly concerned, almost as if he knew...but he couldn't know....
"Well... it's hard to leave what you know, pretty much the only thing you know...." At that moment my phone rang. Great. Only one person ever calls me. "Hold on a minute please." I rummaged through my purse and finally found my phone. "Salut Pierre."
"Où les vas te faire encule sont (Where the fuck are you)?!"
"Je suis au cafe. J'ai bu un cafe au lait (I'm at the cafe. I'm drinking a coffee and milk."
"Je ne baise pas de soins! Tu devais être à la maison il ya deux heures! (I don't fucking care! You were supposed to be home two hours ago!)" I sighed slightly. Davey looked at me concerned. I guess my phone was loud enough that he could hear Pierre's pissed off voice. I smiled slightly at him to let him know it was ok. I don't think that worked, he now looks even more concerned.
"Je sais. Je suis tres desole. (I know. I'm very sorry)"
"Ce n'est pas assez bon, garce. Si vous n'êtes pas chez vous dans quinze minutes vous serez fucking désolé.(That's not good enough bitch. If you aren't home in fifteen minutes you will be very fucking sorry.)" Dial tone. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! I put my phone back in my purse and looked up at Davey. He looked very concerned now.
"I'm sorry, I have to go now." I stood up, put my coat on and grabbed my purse.
"Wait, here's my number." He handed me a napkin with his number on it. I didn't even see him write that down. "Call my please. I still owe you for today, and you still need to finish telling me your story. We have a concert Saturday night, it would be great if you could come." He looked at me hopefully. He was so adorable. No can't think that. I smiled and took the napkin.
Davey's POV
"Sure, I'd love to. I'll give you a call sometime soon." She gave me a quick hug, which of course made me blush like crazy. "Do you know how to get back to wherever you need to go?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'll be waiting for that call!" She smiled at me again. She seems to do that a lot. Smile. But it's never a happy smile. She always still looks so sad.
"I'll call, don't worry. It was nice meeting you Davey. See you later." And with that she pretty much sprinted out the door. She looked back once, and I guess she thought that I wasn't looking because then she broke into a sprint. I'm now pretty much 100% sure that something bad is going on with her "boyfriend". Shit.
Sophie's POV
Shit. Fuck. Damn. Shit. I was sprinting as fast as possible by now. Sure I didn't want to go home. But I just know that Pierre is sitting there with a timer in hand. Of course my punishment will still be pretty damn bad for being two hours late. Shit! I need to think of an excuse. I can't tell him about Davey..... My heart beat was pounding in my ears and it was starting to get hard to breathe. But I was so close, and I have 2 minutes to get through the door. I sprinted even faster now, if possible, down the street. Thankfully the street wasn't icy so I didn't have to worry about slipping. I ran up the steps and opened the door to our apartment complex. Luckily our apartment is on the first floor. I ran to the door, stuck the key in the lock and turned. I burst into the apartment breathless. Gasping for air I pulled the key form the lock, shut the door and slid down the wall so I was sitting on the floor.
"Sixteen minutes. You're late, bitch." (A/N I'm not gonna have them speaking french anymore. It would take too long to translate everything. Sorry guys!) Pierre loomed over me. I looked down at the stop watch I had going on my phone.
"Fifteen. *pant* According to my *pant* phone." Should not have said that. I just made him even more mad. Great.
"Get up." He did that creepy whisper thing that's way more scary than if he were to actually yell. "Go to the fucking bed room." Shit. I know better then to try and fight him by now. Trust me, I've tried. And I ended up in a coma every time. I even got some people to help me and everything. But Pierre... He's a sneaky bastard. I walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He had his little "toys" out already. He's also one sick son of a bitch.